He finally left her breasts and resumed kissing down her body as his hands took over caressing her soft mounds. The chill in the room was already gone without the air conditioning warding off the southern California warmth. If she wanted sweat, she was likely to get it before they were through.
The moment his lips touched her womanhood she shuddered, and pressed her legs together. It wasn’t an orgasm, but the pleasure his touch caused was so intense there was no significant difference. After the wave of pleasure passed through her, she opened her eyes and met his. He smiled as he held her gaze, his tongue and lips busy tormenting her. She watched for a moment, her hands on the back of his head, until the pleasure became too much and her eyes closed again.
Jack soared with pleasure. Not at Tina’s touch, but from giving himself over to her, and from giving her pleasure. He focused on her clit as it began to unveil and became engorged as her pleasure mounted. He battered her button gently with his tongue and smiled again as she began to keen and squirm. She had told him she loved him… and that was the greatest gift she could give him. He knew they were in just the first stages of their love… that their feelings for each other would grow and become deeper and more meaningful. But this morning, he was determined to give back a small measure of the pleasure her mere presence gave him.
“Oh… fuck!” she gasped out as her orgasm overcame her. She fought through the waves of pleasure and he continued to bore in on her, his tongue like a finely-crafted instrument as he probed and licked. No sooner than her first orgasm had ended than a second, even more powerful one, followed on its heels.
Tina uttered a nearly incomprehensible noise as her second orgasm took her. Jack continued to delve deep inside with his tongue, pinch and pull with his lips, as he drove her orgasm on and on. When she began to relax at last, he slid a finger into her wetness and stroked her sweet spot, curling his finger inward to stroke her with an expert touch.
“Fuck! You’re going to make me come again! You’re going to make me come! Fuck, please make me come!” she begged as a third, all-consuming orgasm crushed her amidst his ministrations. She pushed at him as she tried to get some space to regain her control, but he didn’t stop and, with a wail of pleasure, she was taken by a cataclysmic orgasm.
As she bucked and thrust in orgasmic agony he pulled his face back to prevent her from hurting herself, or him, but he continued to stroke with his finger until she collapsed into a quivering pile, rolled to her side, and clamped her legs together around his hand.
His lips were waiting as she returned to herself and she took them greedily. They kissed, deeply, erotically, until she had her fill. “Fuck…” she gasped.
“Am I keeping up okay so far?” he teased as she pulled back.
“Fuck…” she sighed again. “But you’re in trouble now.”
“Oh? How’s that?” he asked with a grin as he pecked her on the lips once more.
“Now I’m going to wear you out. I’m going to fuck you until you come, then keep right on fucking you. I’m going to make you beg me to stop.”
“Oh… you are?” he challenged. It was like being in the truck all over again. Only this time they could make good on their threats and promises.
She blew air out from puffed cheeks as she came down from her orgasmic high. “Oh, yeah,” she drawled as she pulled him back to her in another kiss. Now that he had taken a significant edge off her need, she was going to wear his ass out.
She rolled to her back and she tugged at him to bring him along with her. He positioned himself between her legs, then ducked under her knees and draped her legs over his shoulders as he entered her. Tina gasped and arched her back as Jack went deeper than he had ever gone before.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Oh, god yes.”
He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder as she gripped him. He gave in to her pull and allowed her legs to slip from his shoulders as he lowered himself to kiss her passionately. They continued kissing as he drove into her with intent, and he could feel his own orgasm as it began to stalk him.
After three hard orgasms she thought she would be done, but now another orgasm started to form… and she wanted it… she wanted it badly. “I’m going to come again, Jack. Make me come again… Please make me come again,” she whispered into his ear.
With great effort he slowed his driving hips to delay their headlong plunge to completion. He was ahead of Tina, he had to be, and he wouldn’t be able to continue at the torrid pace they were setting for long. “Come with me…” he murmured as he kissed at her neck.
“Yes! Yes! Make me come with you,” she gasped as the thought of them peaking together excited her.
As they rocked together he began to sweat both from the stuffy room and his efforts. Tina held him tightly as if she craved him… a craving he was all too willing to satisfy. He kissed her under her ear again, a place she seemed to like, and he could taste the salt of her sweat… and never had any woman tasted as sweet.
When he suddenly slowed his thrusts her orgasm stalled, but she didn’t mind. His closeness, the feel of his weight as he made love to her, made her feel safe and wanted. She could feel the film of sweat on his back and she released him. She wanted to see him as he glowed with sweat… she wanted to see the bliss on his face and in his eyes… she wanted see the pleasure she was giving him.
Tina released him and Jack rose to his hands so he could gaze down at her. She smiled at him softly and wiped the sweat from his face with her hands.
“I love you,” she mouthed before she smiled again.
“I love you,” he replied silently as his lips formed the words.
He stayed his hips for a moment as he took in her beauty. Over the last three weeks she had put on a few pounds and became even more beautiful as her hard edges had softened. He smiled at her as yet another piece of his heart became hers.
Never had a man looked at her in the way Jack looked at her now, and her heart filled to overflowing. He had said he loved her, but until this moment she hadn’t truly believed it. He looked at her with such tenderness now that she knew he was falling for her... and her heart soared.
Tina twisted hard and Jack allowed her to roll him over. As soon as she came to rest on him she took his hardness and inserted it into herself again, then began to rise up and down upon him.
“I’m going to come. Come with me…” she panted.
“Yes,” he whispered as he took her lovely face into his hands and pulled her down until she was propped on his forearms.
They moved as one, taking and giving pleasure in turn, and their soft gasps echoed in the quiet room. Suddenly Tina gasped loud and moaned as she leaned into his arms and her hips began to thrust with more urgency. Jack increased the power of his thrusts as he matched her with a soft growl as his orgasm began to close around him.
“Harder…” she panted as she drove him into her with quick, sharp thrusts. “Harder…” she repeated. Then she squeezed her eyes closed and pulled her release to her.
He could feel his climax begin to coil up for an explosive release as Tina fought to bring her orgasm to her. Witnessing the struggle on her face enflamed him. He pulled his arms back and allowed her to fall to his chest, where he held her securely with a hand on her back and the other protecting her head. He quickly repositioned his feet, then began to drive into her with as much speed and force as he could.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out as he took her with tender savagery, her cries syncing with his pounding thrusts in a staccato rhythm. Her orgasm began to burn through her as its impending violence threatened to sweep her away, and she gripped his arms to ground herself in the face of its devastation.
Jack gritted his teeth as he pushed against his orgasm, trying to prevent the rush of pleasure as long as possible. His body was alight with the tingles of imminent release and still he drove into her with fast, hard strokes. Her cry of pleasure was his undoing and with a snarl of ecstacy he fell into a raging orgasm.
Jack’s growling bark of completion hit her like a thunderclap and pierced the mounting wave of her release. Her orgasm collapsed on her like a tidal wave and battered her with pleasure, tossing her to and fro as it burned along her nerves.
They held each other as they swam in the pleasures of man and woman until, with a shared gasp, they relaxed as the torrent of pleasure washed out of them and left them weak with spent passion. As they lay panting and sweating in their damp bed, neither spoke. Nothing needed to be said—their lovemaking told them more than enough.
Jack brushed at Tina’s damp hair as he held her with his manhood still inside. He basked in their blooming love and was content in ways he hadn’t been in years. He was hot, sweaty, tired, and out of breath… but he wouldn’t change a thing.
She lay with her head on Jack’s chest as she listened to the rapid thumping of his heart… and she smiled. She couldn’t recall ever being as happy as she was at this very moment. She was hot, sweaty, tired, and out of breath… but she wouldn’t change a thing.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The next three days all follow much the same. After a long, lazy bout of lovemaking in the morning, Jack regularly contacted Marshall or Seth for a status update. Then they would spend the rest of the day lounging by the pool or seeing the sights, followed by another round of lovemaking in the evening before they fell asleep.
Each morning as they woke in one another’s arms, their smiles were a little brighter and the lovemaking a bit more meaningful. They had started out only saying “love” during their lovemaking, when their feelings for each other were most intense. But by the third day they realized the word up was popping up in normal conversation, most often when they were parting from each other… even if was only to walk down the hall to the ice machine.
Expenses were mounting, but Jack didn’t care. Now it was “make or break” day. The Russian buyer had asked for an extension to see if he could raise the required cash. Today he was going to have to commit, or the GTO was being sold to the South American buyer. Either way, soon there would be money to cover their expenses… and a lot more besides.
“Jack,” he said as picked up the ringing phone and answered it. He was sitting under an umbrella at the pool while Tina soaked up some rays beside him.
“We’ve got a deal! The Russian is in for the whole twenty-five million,” Seth crowed.
Jack sighed in relief. Their ordeal was nearly over. “That’s good news. I think we need to put a little something extra in Brett and Cheryl’s cut, don’t you? They really pulled our collective asses out of the fire. What do you think? I’ll take two hundred grand out of my cut to be shared between the two of them.”
“If that is what you want to do. They really worked their asses off, that’s for sure.”
“I do. Can you let Greg know?”
“I’ll do it. But Jack, there is one other thing. Before he sends the money, he wants to inspect the cars.”
“He what?”
“He wants to have his agent inspect the cars. He wants to make sure he is getting the real deal. Since there hasn’t been a peep about the cars being stolen again, I guess I can understand that. This is non-negotiable.”
Jack mulled it over. It isn’t an unreasonable request… but I still don’t like it. That’s just one more source of leaks. But, on the other hand, what choice do we have? “Fuck… okay. Give him the address and tell me when he wants to meet.”
“Okay. I’ll get Cheryl on it. I’ll let you know something later today or tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Seth. Thanks for taking this on. I feel like I am out of touch out here and—”
“Hey, no problem, man. We’re all in this together, right?” Seth interrupted.
“Let me know something as soon as possible.”
“You got it.”
“Good news?” Tina asked when Jack placed the phone on the table.
“Twenty-five million,” he said quietly.
“They’re sold?”
“You bet your ass!” He grinned. “Stick with me, kid and we’ll go places,” he added with a passable Bogart impression.
“I never had any doubt.”
“Uh-huh.”
***
“Mr. Carter? I’m here on behalf of Fyodor Goremykin.”
“Jack Carter,” Jack said as he extended his hand. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“My name isn’t important,” the man said as he shook Jack’s hand.
“I understand,” Jack replied, though a sense of unease washed over him. Maybe it was because the man spoke perfect, unaccented English… or the fact he wouldn’t give his name. Jack pushed the thoughts aside. Not all Russians have to sound like those in the movies. Or maybe he was an American working for Goremykin. He didn’t care, so long as the deal went through.
“Are you ready to see the cars?” Jack asked.
“I thought there would be two of you here. You and a woman… Tina Harris.”
“She is watching to make sure we aren’t disturbed.”
“Ah! Great! Then, I’m ready.”
Jack unlocked the door and stepped inside. Because the sodium vapor lights usually took so long to come to full brightness, Jack had turned them on earlier. “Here they are.”
The man gave the cars a cursory glance, which seemed all the more odd to Jack. If that is all Goremykin wanted to see, he could have sent him pictures.
“I’m good. Thank you for your time. I will contact Comrade Goremykin and tell him everything appears to okay.”
“You understand that once the money is transferred, they cars will be yours and you are responsible for transportation?”
“Yeah, Comrade Goremykin understands that.”
“When can we expect the funds transfer?”
“I will call Comrade Goremykin immediately and tell him that I have looked at the cars. After that, it will be up to him.”
Jack grinned. “Understood. I look forward to wrapping this up as soon as possible, though.”
“Comrade Goremykin does too, I’m sure.”
The men shook hands and the agent sat in his car for a moment, speaking on his cell phone, before he drove off without a backwards glance. Tina stepped out of the unused office where she had been hiding in case something went sour.
“It’s done!” she exclaimed as the jumped into Jack’s arms.
“Not yet,” Jack said as he slowly sat her down, still staring down the parking lot after the man. “Something isn’t right. We’ve got to move the cars. Now.”
“What? Why?”
“Something isn’t right, and that little voice is talking to me. I have learned to listen. Take the Audi and go back to the motel. Use the motel phone to call for a taxi and come back here and get your hog. While you do that, I need to find someplace to hide these fucking cars again. Goddammit!”
Jack pulled his cell and set to work.
***
It took some calling around, but he finally located six storage buildings to hide the cars in. The next task was more difficult, but he eventually found a place that would rent an enclosed trailer to haul the cars. Finding a truck to pull the trailer was the easy part.
“Are you sure this is necessary?” Tina asked as she helped Jack roll the car into the trailer. It was going to take six trips since the trailer would only haul one car at a time, but at least it and the truck would fit into the warehouse so they could load without the worry of being seen.
“I hope not. But that whole Comrade stuff, and the fact he didn’t even look at the cars, makes me nervous. Hell, they could be kit cars for all the care he took in looking them over. He is either the worst buyer’s agent I have ever seen, or there is more going on here than I know about.”
While Tina secured the car, Jack wheeled the next one in place to make loading quicker.
***
Six hours later Jack returned the trailer to the rental yard and turned in the truck. The cars were scattered over a large part of San Bernardino, but
at least they were safe. And if he was wrong? The buyer could either pick them up where they were or, if required, he can bring them back to the warehouse the same way they were moved.
“I’m pooped,” Tina said as Jack settled into the Audi.
“I’ll drop you off at the motel.”
“Drop me off? Aren’t we going back?”
“You are. I have something else I want to do.”
“Like what?”
“I’m going to sleep at the warehouse tonight. I have a feeling that if something goes down, it will be tonight. I’m going to be there.”
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